Rebellion
I left the communicator hanging where it was in the air. I wouldn’t be the one to turn it off, but that was the last I was going to have to do with it.
I grabbed my one pair of men’s boots and the first aid kit on my way up the stairs. The state Joshua was in, someone was going to end up needing it soon, but first, it was my turn.
Alone in the grand hall, silent and echoing in the absence of a raucous feast, I stripped off the extravagant crimson and gold dress almost before it had finished forming out of my gym clothes, grabbed at the corset strings until I’d yanked them out of enough holes to wriggle the thing off, pulled my arms out of the shift underneath, shoving it down to my hips, and began winding one of the kit’s pressure bandages around my n***d chest.
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